Demon husband's exorcism

On the country road full of loess, Zong Wangchuan was concentrating on driving, and Xiao Ming's ramblings could be heard from time to time.

"Honey, why didn't we spend a romantic week in a three-star hotel in a [-]A-level scenic spot, but drove to this dilapidated place that is a bit too polite to describe it as a bird?"

"Even if you find a relatively unshabby room in that dilapidated county town, you can just fall asleep for a night!"

"Look at the desolation of this place... I drove the car for at least three hours, and I didn't even see a single bungalow... All beggars don't want to live in straw huts!"

"By the way, I just wanted to watch a movie online to pass the time, but it turned out that the communication signal in this area is very poor, the network signal... I suspect that there is no network here..."

……

"Honey, did you listen to me? It's really too broken here, I'm afraid we're going to pitch a tent in the wild tonight, and occasionally we can hear wolves howling or—"

"I'm listening."

Zong Wangchuan took off the headset and said, "Before you complain about why we have to come to the garbage place, please reflect on yourself first!"

"Self-reflection? Why should I introspect? Is it unreasonable to find a place where no one knows us and spend a week in the dark to celebrate the first anniversary of our love?"

Xiao Ming pouted, like an old giant baby.

"The first anniversary of falling in love? It should be the first anniversary of your unilateral forced love."

Zong Wangchuan complained, and covered Xiao Ming's pouting lips with a book.

Being so obviously perfunctory and disgusted by his lover, Xiao Ming couldn't help being angry, but when he saw the name of the book standing between them, he suddenly felt happy again.

""Lonely X: A Cultural History of Hand Y", my dear, you actually bought this kind of book? Is it because I am not satisfied with you or do you think my skills are not very good? Or..."

"You still have the face to ask! If you didn't always use my account to buy some messy things online, the owner of the medieval bookstore I frequent wouldn't be 'kind' to put this kind of book in my courier as a gift."

Thinking of the moment when he found this gift book in the courier package, Zong Wangchuan's anger rushed out of his body and burned.

Xiao Ming quickly apologized: "Honey, I really can't blame me for this. Online shopping requires a real-name system, and I don't have a real identity, so I can only use your account to buy things... But don't worry, I choose to be anonymous every time I buy something, and Once the receipt is confirmed, it is over, and I never write a user review..."

"Well, I never write user reviews..."

Zong Wangchuan sneered, parked the car beside the road, and picked up the tablet that was still charging.

"Love under one step, Smell Paradise, Rope Art, Reverse Love Bible... You have downloaded a lot of apps, and almost every app is a community figure, advanced user, and even has the authority of the moderator. Let Let's take a look offline, wow, I often post pictures to share my life, and I will give you some special inspirations from time to time..."

Following Zong Wangchuan's scolding, Xiao Ming quickly wilted like a yellow flower under the scorching sun.

"Honey……"

He squeezed out his watery eyes as much as he could to look at Zong Wangchuan, just like a husky that was forbidden by his master to go to bed.

"It's really not my fault, who made you so perfect, makes me so excited every time I can't help but want to share it with the world..."

"Then why are all the articles written from my point of view, more than half of which are No.1 claims, and your community verification is using my ID card..."

Zong Wangchuan was so angry that he hated iron for nothing.

Xiao Ming could only keep pleading: "Honey, give me another chance, I really didn't mean it, I just..."

"You just can't control the bottom half of your brain, can you?"

"Er...you can't say that..."

Xiao Ming said awkwardly, with a cunning light in his eyes.

Zong Wangchuan has been with him for so long, so he knows some of his likes and dislikes very well. Seeing that he is going to do something bad again, he immediately unlocks the car door——

"Honey……"

Sure enough, a certain demon pounced on him.

Zong Wangchuan resolutely pushed it with his knee——

Ah!

The car door was knocked open, and the body fell out.

Xiao Ming lay in the loess and wailed: "Kill your husband! You want to murder your own husband!"

"It doesn't matter if you kill a bastard like you."

Zong Wangchuan cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Ming back into the car.

As soon as Xiao Ming sat back in the passenger seat, the scar healed immediately and he forgot the pain. While rubbing his waist, he shamelessly said: "Honey, my spine seems to be split, please rub it for me quickly."

"True patients with fractured bones will not be as energetic as you."

Zong Wangchuan called up the navigation system and took a look: "There is a village twenty kilometers ahead, we can spend the night there."

"Will you give me a waist massage for one night as long as I promise to spend the night with you in the village?"

At this time, Xiao Ming, who did not forget to mention the three vulgar requests, grinned at Zong Wangchuan.

Zong Wangchuan didn't want to talk to him, started the car and continued on.

Seeing this, Xiao Ming began to yell non-stop: "My back hurts so much... Ah... Ah... I'm going to die... What should I do? What should I do?"

Seeing that he was shouting so hypocritically, Zong Wangchuan resolutely turned on the radio and turned the volume to the highest.

Today's host recommendation is a black jazz piece with a sad and strange style and stinging lyrics, called "The Strange Fruit".

"The trees of the South bear strange fruit

Blood-red leaves, blood-red roots

The black corpse swings in the wind

Exotic fruit hangs from poplar tree

......"

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When the car drove to the entrance of the village, the villagers came back to drive their sheep.

Zong Wangchuan stopped the car and offered a cigarette to the old man at the front of the line.

"Master, what kind of place is this?"

"Li Family Village."

The old man took Zong Wangchuan's cigarette, and smiled on his wrinkled face like a dried orange: "Brother, your cigarette is a foreign product, right? It smells good, it's neither spicy nor offensive."

"Master, you are indeed an expert."

Zong Wangchuan lit a cigarette for the uncle.

When he saw that there were school-age children in the sheep herding team, he was puzzled for a while: "Is there no school in Lijia Village?"

"How could there be no school? The government built Hope Primary School for us."

"Then why are the kids..."

"Teachers from the city can't bear our hard life in the countryside. No one can stay for a full year. There are no teachers in the school, and the children can only follow us to herd sheep."

The uncle raised his whip and drove the sheep into the village.

The children following the sheep herding were attracted by the car, and they circled around Zong Wangchuan's car, looking at the inside of the car eagerly.

Seeing their eyes glistening against their dirty faces, Zong Wangchuan felt a little sorry, and pushed Xiao Ming who was pretending to be stupid: "Wake up."

"...do...what are you doing..."

Xiao Ming lazily sat up straight, looked outside, curled his lips in displeasure, and said, "You actually came to this shitty place!"

"Excuse me, but doing what I say is one of my few virtues."

Zong Wangchuan kicked Xiao Ming again and said, "Get up!"

"what?"

"Move things!"

"Just know how to call me..."

Xiao Ming complained, turned over and took out a box of snacks from the back seat of the car.

"These are all the rations I prepared for our trip. If we give them all, we will have to eat fried vegetables without oil, rice that is too hard to swallow, and aged soy sauce mixed with plain water tonight." Xiao Ming said pitifully, his reluctance made people think of the big golden retriever again.

"Aren't you a Michelin three-star certified chef? With you here, I don't have to worry about not having good food."

Zong Wangchuan snatched the box, and distributed the sausages, potato chips, chicken feet, spicy sticks, marinated eggs, peanuts... all in the box to the children.

The children who got the snacks immediately smiled, and they called Zong Wangchuan from "outsider" to "little brother", but they called Xiao Ming——

"Hey!"

Hearing this address, Xiao Ming's already constipated face stretched even longer.

After finally waiting for the children to disperse, he immediately pulled Zong Wangchuan to complain.

"These brats are really annoying, they are so bullying! I want to punish them! I want them to..."

"What's the punishment? Born in such a poor mountain village, even the basic rights of going to school cannot be guaranteed because the teachers can't bear the hard life in the countryside. What else can you do to make their lives worse than they are now?"

"I can make them lose arms and legs—"

"Then I can't agree more."

Zong Wangchuan pointed to the children who were happily spinning around holding small snacks, and said, "Did you see that they were all boys. In this kind of place, patriarchy is a common phenomenon. Once the boys who are used to carry on the family are disabled, they will definitely die." It made their sister's already uncertain life even worse."

"This... what you said makes sense."

Xiao Ming didn't want to argue with these little kids, and after listening to Zong Wangchuan's "persuasion", he immediately suppressed his thoughts of punishment.

"Having said that, it's good to come to the countryside once in a while to experience life. Look at that piece of corn field, how lush it is, and the description of the green gauze curtain is really well-deserved... No wonder there are always...hehehe..."

Looking at the surrounding corn fields, Xiao Ming gave a smirk of unknown meaning.

Zong Wangchuan managed to stabilize the demon, not wanting to make trouble, pretended not to understand his muttering, drove into the village, and asked the villagers to borrow a house for the night.

The author has something to say: The "Strange Fruit" mentioned in this chapter is a black jazz song, which was created because of an incident of discrimination and injury against black people. spoilers.